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COLLIN CONNOR: Don't
leave me, please!

Please, help me!

Help!

Help me!

Don't leave me here!

Please, don't leave me!

JACK: What did that to his arm?

I don't know.

It's definitely not rat bites.

JACK: Apparently,
he fell from heaven.

Has anybody moved the debris?

Only what was needed
to support the roof.

JACK: Don't want any more
surprises from above.

Who found him?

Couple of developers.

They pulled this
ladder out of the way.

It was holding up the ceiling.

Developers?

BOB: Yeah, you know, apartments
of the future, windmills,

solar panels--

that kind of thing.

Anything you
need from the body?

No, he's all yours.

You really need
to be up there?

Once we've cleared the floor.

What was this building?

Brimstead Fields.

It was a convalescent
home for TB patients.

It was closed in the '60s.

Now, you'll have a site
manager breathing down

your neck to get
the bulldozers in.

BOB: He can breathe
all he likes.

No one's coming in
here until I say so.

Leo!

Sorry, I'm late, Sanjay.

I miss anything?

Nice try.

No.

One moment, please, sir.

Thank you.

You're probably thinking
I'm a poor substitute for Sir

William, himself.

But imagine how I feel.

I can't tell you how
sorry my father is that he

can't be at the ceremony.

I can tell you that this
unit is a project very, very

close to his heart.

BARBARA: Mr. Hancock,
your wife isn't here.

Yeah, I know, Barbara.

Forgive me.

I'm breaching the order.

You know, I
can't let you stay.

I don't want to interfere
with anyone's care.

Just give me some space
to sit with my son.

BARBARA: Please,
don't do this, Tom.

You think I'm wrong?

No.

But you're going
to suffer for it.

I have to call the police.

You do what you have to.

If you want to leave, leave now.

No one come near me.

I will use this.

Could you get those
people out, please?

Just make sure
they stay outside.

Um, Children's Hospital, the
TAU department-- the police,

please.

We have a man here with a gun.

Yes, OK.

Thanks.

Oh, Peter, I told you
I'd keep my promise.

You can build an
empire, which he did.

You can create a
fortune, which he has.

You can even enjoy the
shame of having a government

minister for a son.

So it's Lord
Embleton now, is it?

Political donations
beget political honours.

Power, and fame,
and money fade away.

Our true legacy is in the
things we do for others.

They're on the left hand side.

He's just sitting
next to his son.

You had enough?

Sorry, I'm just not very good
at these dog and pony shows.

Ah, Minister.

Sanjay.

Can I introduce you
to Professor Leo Dalton?

How do you do?

Lord Embleton,
minister for science.

I liked, um, your point about
the things we do for others.

You know, professor,
I used to think

I knew my father until I
saw what losing my mother

did to him.

This is really for her.

Are you part of the unit?

POLICE: We need to
get the minister out.

LEO: No, no.

I'm just visiting.

Professor Dalton's
head of the Lyell Centre

and president of the Institute
of Forensic Pathologists.

JAMES EMBLETON:
The Lyell Centre?

Do you have a Dr.
Alexander working for you?

Yeah, yeah.

Do you know her?

JAMES EMBLETON: I met her once--
a-- a weekend conference thing

somewhere.

They all merge into one.

But I do remember her.

KRISTIN: Excuse me, James.

Can I borrow you?

Sorry.

LEO: Something's wrong.

I need to find
Professor Dalton.

Yeah, that's me.

Pathologist?

What's going on?

Please come with me.

We've got a situation
in the ICU unit.

There's a man with a gun, and
he's asking to speak to you.

POLICE OFFICER: Professor
Dalton, are you the man I need?

Well, I don't know.

Am I?

Thomas Hancock--
self-employed heating engineer,

no police record,
no convictions.

His son is terminally ill.

Doctors advised him
to withdraw treatment.

But his wife won't have it.

He switched off
the machines, now

he's making us all wait
for the kid to die.

Oh, what--

He wants to talk to the
person who carry out his

son's post-mortem.

Tell him we need those
other patients out of there.

He thought it was a
trick when I-- oh, shit.

I'm Leo Dalton.

I'm a forensic pathologist.

I don't plan to hurt anyone.

I just want to do
right by my boy.

I understand.

Is it OK if I sit down?

THOMAS: He's still breathing.

I thought he'd stop when
I switch off the machine.

What have they told you?

Cancer's everywhere.

His organs have failed.

He'll never wake up.

My wife went on the internet.

Now, she chooses not to agree.

This isn't the way
to deal with this.

I don't have a choice.

Her solicitor found
a judge who gave her

the benefit of the doubt
and overruled the doctors.

Why did you ask for me?

Because you'll be taking
care of him when it's over.

But I can't guarantee that.

I want you to promise.

LEO: I can't.

If you want to know
that your son's body is

going to be respected--

THOMAS: But what I want to
know is what killed him.

Well, you know the diagnosis.

But they say
nothing about why.

They put power lines outside
the house that ran right

past his bedroom window.

Don't tell me that's healthy.

LEO: Look, I can't
make you a promise

that I might not
be able to keep.

Now, this power line
thing is shaky science.

And a tumour can't tell you
what caused it to be a tumour.

Nobody wants to listen to me.

As long as I've got
this, you have to.

I have evidence.

I have proof.

Of what?

OK, so maybe it's
not the power lines.

There's a lot they
don't want you to know.

So you are the expert.

You tell me who killed my son.

POLICE OFFICERS: Go!

On your face!

Get down!

Wing clear!

On your face!

On the ground!

Get down!

Secure.

On your knees.

Stand up.

Move.

Have anything for me, yet?

The rest of his clothes.

Help yourself.

Two pounds 50 and a set of
car keys-- no ID of any kind.

Did they find a car?

Not that I know of.

What about the
damage to his arm?

I think he did it to himself.

There's flesh in his teeth
and tooth marks on the bone.

I'll get micro-CT
and DNA to confirm.

JACK: That's one hell of
a case of the munchies.

Did you get his fingerprints?

NIKKI: The skin's too far gone.

Clarissa might be
able to lift something

from the water bottle.

Yeah, I don't understand that.

A full bottle of water, and
he didn't even touch it.

Maybe it isn't water.

When you're done
with the prints,

can you screen his
clothes for hallucinogens?

Nikki reckons our boy tried
to chew his own arm off.

Oh, I got a partial
from the belt buckle.

But it doesn't match any of
the prints on the bottle.

Oh, there were two people?

Unless he had
three index fingers.

Well, that still
doesn't tell us

how he could be
up there for days

without touching his water.

Maybe he couldn't reach it.

Run the prints through
AFIS and check out the water.

People have done worse on LSD.

CLAIR: Morning, James.

Hello, Clair.

I'll get those emails sent.

Do you need anything else?

Some hot Vimto would be nice.

I'll tell the kitchen.

Hello, Dad.

Hm.

Wish I was 70, now and again.

There was a bit of
excitement after the ceremony.

Some nutcase got on to one
of the wards with a shotgun.

Nevermind that.

What's this about?

NEWS ANCHOR :
Former TV hospital,

which has been empty
for more than 40 years.

JAMES EMBLETON: Oh, no.

WILLIAM EMBLETON:
Brimstead Fields?

Didn't I make myself clear?

Contractors are supposed
to start work next week.

This-- this is really
going to mess things up.

I told you.

I know.

But it's been standing
empty for so long.

It was meant to be a surprise.

It's that, all right.

I'm not doing this
to make money, dad.

This is a big project.

We're converting the old
hospital into apartments.

We're building 200
low cost homes.

A whole development is
going to be carbon neutral.

No one's ever done anything
like this before-- not

on this scale.

We're providing
homes for people.

Surely, it's better to put
that land to some sort of use.

The body's quite
well preserved.

From the way he was
dressed, I'd say he

entered the building in summer.

A hot, airless, confined space
would have accelerated death

from dehydration and
then acted to preserve

the tissues from decay.

But he had a full
bottle of water with him.

So why didn't he use it?

Exactly.

It's something
we're looking into.

There were lacerations
on the arm,

below the major injury,
and signs of tearing

all in one direction.

How long did he live?

Long enough for necrosis
to set in on the arm.

Days, at least.

Perhaps more than a week.

Dehydration could have led
to shock and cardiac arrest.

As would release haemoglobin
from the necrotic muscle.

We can't rule out blood loss
when he bit through the artery.

Uh, listen.

There's currently
200 MIS-PER files

for young males in their 20s.

Is there anything
you can give me

that might narrow it down a bit?

Well, I did find something
interesting in the organ slice.

Oh, here we go.

This is my nightmare of
being dragged back to school.

NIKKI: This is a slice from
the best preserved kidney.

If you look at the
structure, you'll

see signs of
tubular dysfunction.

This means a less
efficient kidney

that passes substances
into the urine instead

of the bloodstream.

Increased urination means
more rapid dehydration.

So how does that help me?

LEO: It could help identify
him through medical records.

NIKKI: If that doesn't
turn anything up,

there's always the option
of virtual reconstruction.

What, with that face?

LEO: Well, Nicki's
worked wonders with less.

When Doctor Alexander's
done with you,

can you come with me to
the cleaning room, please?

Sure.

I used the grid to recreate
where all the ceiling

pieces fell.

From there, I can
jinks them around

to approximate where
they would have

been before the whole
thing came down.

So what about the water?

He couldn't reach it.

The flags are blood trail.

And they led me to here.

Now, in this part of
the space, there's

a conduit through the brick.

And for some reason, he pushed
his arm right through it

and got himself trapped.

How do you know that?

Well, there was
massive blood loss here--

enough to tell us
that he must have

bitten through an artery in
his final effort to get free.

Then he dragged himself
across to the hatch.

He doesn't have the strength
to open the bottle of water.

All he's thinking
about is getting out.

No tears relief.

Can't spare the moisture.

Until now, it still looks
to me like misadventure.

But what does he find
when he gets here?

Bolted.

From below.

Look around.

There's no other
way in, all right?

This wasn't just misadventure.

Someone locked him in
and left him to die.

Good work.

Thanks.

I got a black
tie bash tomorrow,

and I was wondering if
you would stand in for me?

You've done it before.

Will I know anyone?

Oh, it's all the usual
forensic forum crowd.

Be good for you.

Be good for the Lyell Centre.

If I have to.

Thanks.

Oh, they just brought
the Hancock boy in.

What are you doing here?

I'm on bail.

STELLA: How did you get bail?

THOMAS: I'm no significant
risk to the public.

STELLA: Oh, that's rich,
after you killed our son.

That's what you want to think.

You don't care what I think.

Even if his only
chance was a miracle,

you took that chance away.

You could see how
he was suffering.

If he could suffer,
he could live.

What do you want from me?

I want him back.

Why don't we sit
down and talk about it?

Stella.

Stella!

You go to hell!

NIKKI: Everything I'm seeing
confirms what's in his notes--

multiple primary lung
tumours, probably synchronous.

Stage four small cell carcinoma
with multiple secondaries.

He's had it all.

Surgery, radiation.

Nothing helped.

LEO: I don't think we can take
the hospital notes as read.

Once he reached
a terminal state,

there'd be no more
diagnostic searches.

I doubt we'll find anything
that alters the story.

How old's the scan?

Two weeks.

He went down fast.

How did he leave
it with the father?

He wants someone to blame.

He wants an explanation.

And the truth is that sometimes
it's just an appalling lottery.

Leo.

What?

Quite rarely do
you see this level

of tubular atrophy
in someone so young,

unless the kidney
disease is genetic.

LEO: The same as
the boy in the roof.

Test the blood and urine
for tubular acidosis

for both cases.

Good morning, Clarissa.

Americano, that's your
milk and a little biscuit.

What are you after?

Can I not just buy my
colleague a cup of coffee?

I had a voucher.

Cheapskate.

How are we doing?

Winning two nil.

That grid idea of
yours was a blinder.

I sent off the DNA.

You know, if it
were down to me,

I'd have everyone
chipped like a dog

and save us all
a lot of trouble.

If the keys were
in his pocket,

what happened to his car?

The police did a
search and found nothing.

Maybe there was a second set.

You won't be able
to move with that one.

There's a transponder.

Were you able to get
a make and a model?

Better than that, I
got you Collin Connor?

Who's Collin Connor?

Your boy in the roof.

AFIS matched the partial
from the belt buckle.

Oh, you little tease.

Thanks for the
coffee and the biscuit.

BOB: Collin Connor
was a local kid

who's got his prints on
file for a petty crime.

JACK: What about family?

He has a sister
in the New Castle.

Been signing on.

Hadn't done any work or any
training for five years.

That's all we know about
him, until we find out

who his friends were.

Where did he live?

By the pub.

Landlord assumed he skipped,
so he bagged up all his gear.

So of course, all we found
were his dirty clothes

and his dirty mags.

And then, when you said
you'd found the keys-- well,

we widened the search.

So we were just wondering,
could that be it?

Looks like someone pushed it
down here and then torched it.

Cover their tracks.

Did no one report it?

No, we had it down
as dumped, not stolen.

Well, this is what
they were after.

These are the cut ends of all
the wire I found in the burned

up pickup.

This is scrap wiring
from the old building.

Look at the tool
marks on the end.

They're a match.

It's metal theft.

They were stripping the
copper to sell for cash.

They?

Collin Connor and
at least one other.

Collin goes into the roof
space to get the wire.

He reaches too far into
conduit-- gets his arm stuck.

Instead of helping him out,
the other one bolts the trap,

leaves him to die
a horrible death,

and torches the pickup
to cover their tracks.

And why would someone do that?

LEO: Tom, what can I do for you?

Yeah, I'm-- I'm
calling for news.

You have to be patient.

You made me a promise.

LEO: I said that I would give
you an answer when I have one.

You said when.

Does that mean you
think I could be right?

I didn't say that.

You haven't even asked
to see my evidence, yet.

Yeah, well I prefer
to find my own.

Look, take my advice.

Keep away from the internet.

I'll see you at the inquest, OK?

Hi.

Oh, look at you.

We have the test results for
Peter Hancock's kidney disease.

Everything points
to Fanconi syndrome.

Really?

I know.

It's rare, but it's the
same for both cases.

If there's no
genetic cause, then

usually it's environmental.

I haven't heard of a
case of Fanconi syndrome

since lead pipes were banned.

NIKKI: Well, some
herbal remedies can have

the same effect, can't they?

Wasn't his mother into
that kind of thing?

Well, that wouldn't explain
the damage to Collin Connor.

Shouldn't you be, uh--

You owe me.

Doctor Alexander.

James Embleton.

You won't remember me.

Lord Embleton.

You do remember?

None of this Lord stuff.

Call me James.

Call me Nikki.

I met your boss, yesterday.

I'm standing in for him now.

I'm so glad.

Really?

I wanted to give you my
card at that weekend thing,

but you'd already left.

I was in that
lecture of yours when

the old man in the second row
asked a pointless question.

Everybody groaned, and you
could have slapped him down.

But instead, you
turned it around

and made him feel clever.

Ever since then, I've
been looking for an excuse

to meet you again.

Why do you need an excuse?

Yes, why do I?

Excuse me.

I'll have to run
over to the house.

My boss needs me to vote.

You have a boss?

Until there's a freelance
minister of science,

that's the way it is.

Could I ask you for
your phone number?

Can't make the
same mistake twice.

You really ought to go there.

I mean, we went there
for our last holiday.

And I mean, the trick
is to leave early.

Of course, we stop at service
stations on the way up.

But you know, It's
never the same

if you don't get a good run.

That's the thing.

The thing is to get--

I'm so sorry.

This is work.

I'm going to have
to deal with it.

Sorry.

Oh, that's perfectly OK.

Lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

And you.

ATTENDEE: Anyway,
as I was saying--

He does not have a wonky eye.

Really?

My mistake.

Shall we?

So you weren't born a Lord?

It was a dodge,
really, to bring me

into the government, which
was never my ambition.

But when they call you to
serve, what can you do?

I guess a title will get you
a table at any fancy restaurant.

Those aren't even the
kind of restaurants I like.

So are you happy?

I mean, are you happy with
the work you're doing?

Why wouldn't I be?

I heard your keynote
speech at the conference.

You're a proper scientist.

All the politics must get
in the way, doesn't it?

I can make a
difference in other ways.

God, I couldn't do that.

Advising people who choose
the truth, they want to hear--

I'd be tearing my hair out.

You've met my bosses.

I've met people like them.

We all serve our
separate masters.

Right up to the one at the top
who serves his private demons.

And that's politics
in a nutshell.

Sounds very cynical.

It's a cynical world.

Doesn't have to be.

Anyone who thinks that needs
a lesson in hard reality.

I have to prepare for a
coroner's report, tomorrow,

for a teenage boy with
a glioblastoma that

spread to his brain stem.

That's my hard reality.

Shit.

BRIAN: Look, if this
is about the old van,

I had a good reason for
not reporting it stolen.

Go on.

It wasn't worth it to me for
a clapped out piece of junk.

And I got buttons for it
and all my other premiums

that have shot up.

So who took it?

BRIAN: I don't know.

Someone broke into the yard
one bank holiday weekend.

JACK: Someone was using
your van to steal scrap

metal from a derelict building.

You don't think I had anything
to do with that, do you?

Well, you have got a record.

Yeah, from way back.

God almighty, I
were all but a kid.

I've-- I've got
responsibilities now.

I got the contract for all the
shelled housing in the borough.

Do you think I'm
going to risk that?

All right.

Calm down, Brian.

The thief was unlucky he
got trapped in the roof.

The keys to your van
were in his pocket.

And he wasn't alone.

Someone knew he was up
there and did nothing.

Took a best part
of a week to die.

It's a pretty nasty way to go.

Nothing to do with me.

Derren.

Derren!

Why did you lie to
me about Collin?

He's not lying low in Newcastle.

He's only on the slab
in the bloody morgue.

Did you know about this?

No.

Don't do this to
me, Derren, please.

This is important.

Why are you shouting at me?

Don't you get it?

Collin's dead.

God, Derren.

What's the matter with you?

You're asleep half
the time, then

you do something like this.

I didn't do anything.

Did he make you go
over there with him?

Were you thieving wire
again with my van?

Aye, come here!

Derren!

If you were there,
they'll find out.

Just tell me the bloody truth!

Let me help you, son, please.

I don't get you, Derren.

I don't get you at all.

And I'm sick of
covering for you.

How did it go?

Tom Hancock
wouldn't keep quiet.

They ushers had to
take him outside.

Well, he missed his
own son's inquest?

Well, the coroner let him
back in, once he calmed down.

Odd though, isn't it?

What?

You found small cell
tumours in the lungs.

And glioblastoma
invaded the brain stem,

and then there's the
Fanconi syndrome.

So what are you getting at?

Well, that's two separate
synchronous primaries--

one of which is vanishingly
rare in children.

And the Fanconi
syndrome-- that's

also rare and also present
in the Brimstead Fields case.

NIKKI: Are you suggesting
they're related?

JACK: Can I show
you two something?

I think Brian Blackburn
knows more than he's saying.

So I got the ID
photos of his staff

on the sheltered
housing project.

I've been comparing the
faces to our subject.

No good.

And then-- Nikki,
what do you think?

Well, we should get a 3D
scan and do it properly.

But you're right.

That's a good match.

JACK: Colin Connor had been
working under a false name.

And I'm sure Brian
Blackburn knew.

Official business?

Unofficial.

I wanted to give you this.

I don't need an apartment.

I'm not suggesting
you move there.

It's my project.

I wanted you to see it.

Why?

Because it is something
that means a lot to me.

And I don't think I made
a very good impression

the last time we met.

I was going to send
flowers, but, well-- you

know, to a morgue.

NIKKI: Zero footprint living.

The project is a showpiece
for the future of housing,

but with real
people living in it.

I may not be doing
science in the lab.

But this is something
I can achieve.

You might recognise
the building.

Where the man
fell from ceiling?

Yeah, that's not
in the prospectus.

Well, if I read it,
will it make you happy?

I'm serious.

Your opinion matters to me.

I don't know what
you're worried about.

My opinion of you is fine.

JACK: We're having this.

And we're having those, too.

What have you done?

I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, but you
just left him there.

Why?

He was always pushing me.

And he said we were
mates, but we only

did what he wanted to do.

That's no reason
to let someone die.

It's not my
fault he got stuck.

Whenever I was in trouble,
he'd just laugh at me.

Did you touch anything?

Did you leave anything behind?

What are you
going to tell them?

Just keep quiet.

As long as they
don't find anything,

we should be all right.

I thought maybe you
didn't find the note.

On page 15.

So you read that far.

I'll be honest.

I skimmed.

Thanks for the second chance.

Thanks for waiting.

Sorry, Sir.

Authorised personnel only.

Yeah, I just want to
speak to Professor Dalton.

You'll need to
make an appointment.

Professor Dalton.

You'll have to make
an appointment with him.

It's Tom.

I just want to be speak to you.

Stop, sir.

Get your hands off me.

I just-- I just want to
speak to Professor Dalton.

OK.

I'll deal with this.

Thank you.

Are you sure?

Yeah, quite sure.

Tom, what are you doing?

The inquest was a farce,
and you weren't even there.

I approved Dr.
Alexander's report.

If I'm a witness
for the court case,

I cannot be the
pathologist of record.

Someone knows
what's happening.

And there's people
dying because of it.

It's been going on
for years, and it

will keep on until
somebody puts a stop to it.

Tom, you're not
helping your case.

They wouldn't even
look at my evidence.

Coroner's court is an inquest.

It is not an inquiry.

It's the who, what,
where, and when.

But not why.

If there's damage,
something did it.

It's common sense.

Common sense isn't evidence.

They wouldn't let
me show my evidence.

I look at facts.

I see patterns.

I'm not an expert, but that
doesn't make me a crank.

Nobody is calling you a crank.

That's what they think.

And you know what?

I wouldn't care, as
long as they look.

No one will do me the courtesy
of at least telling me

that I'm wrong.

Well, let me.

Here.

OK.

A fair reading,
that's all I ask.

Thank you.

Ah, been fanning
the flames of romance?

It was a civilised lunch.

Good food, good company, and
he was the perfect gentleman.

Or just slow off the mark.

A guy needs clear
signals to proceed.

I'll wear traffic
lights in mine, next time.

LEO: Tom Hancock thinks that
he's detected a disease cluster

based around power lines.

He's wrong, but give him credit.

There is something
going on in the area.

Any random distribution
has natural clusters in it.

True.

And I downloaded this data
from the Department of Health.

It's local cases of renal
disease over the last five

years.

Now, the national occurrence
is 10 per 100,000.

But in this area,
it's far higher.

Neither Collin Connor
nor Peter Hancock

have Franconi syndrome
in their family history.

So what if the kidney damage
had a different cause,

such as exposure to
toxic heavy metals?

For example, mercury, cadmium--

they'd trigger the same
syndromes, as would asbestos.

Or weed-killer.

And look at the way
that the pattern spreads.

It's a classic
groundwater plume.

So what you want us to do?

Take bone marrow samples
from Peter and Collin.

If there's toxic metal there,
that's where you'll find it.

Heavy metal poisoning
didn't kill Peter Hancock.

LEO: So maybe there's
something else there?

I've tried to get the local
water and salt figures,

but my request has been
referred for approval.

I mean, I thought this
was public information.

What are they trying to hide?

RACHEL: You all right, sir?

How you doing, Rachel?

The architects have
asked if they can

move their meeting to tomorrow.

The minister wants
to see you at 4:30.

And there's a David
Loader waiting to see you.

David who?

David Loader.

We work for some
of the same people.

I'll be shadowing your
department for a while.

Can we talk?

LEO: You better not be
playing Angry Birds on there.

I'm looking for a local vet.

A vet?

Why?

JACK: Well, a groundwater
plumes spreads from a source.

So either we drive all over
the county, taking samples,

or we can look for a hot spot.

If there's contamination
in the land,

the people most likely to see
the effects are local farmers.

Yeah, speaks a country boy.

Why a vet?

Because I know farmers.

They'll tell you nothing.

DAVID: How well do you
know Professor Dalton?

JAMES EMBLETON: Dalton?

DAVID: Leo Dalton.

Hardly at all.

I think I've met him once.

As well as sending
those e-mails,

he made a search of health
department records using

the Lyell Centre's IP address.

Both inquiries put a flag up.

Why?

One of my responsibilities
is to make sure

that this particular sleeping
dog is allowed to lie.

So with respect, minister,
do us both a favour.

And please, don't ask again.

Can I at least know
who set the flag?

That was done a long time ago.

Seriously, James,
it's no big thing,

and certainly, nothing
you can hope to deal with.

Kristin!

It is Kristin, isn't it?

Can we have the
available information

on Professor Dalton, please?

The Lyell uses
university servers.

OK, thank you.

I'll put a watch on
their email traffic.

Can we do that?

Yes we can.

I'll be in touch.

JACK: Thank you very much.

You've been really helpful.

Thanks again.

Take care.

Bye bye.

That a lady vet?

How could you tell.

At least one of
you was flirting.

She's only just taken over
the practise from a partner who

retired after 35 years.

He told her a story from
back in the '70s, when

he'd been drafted in to
put down an entire herd

of healthy cattle.

Floods had taken
down the fences.

And they had strayed
on the forestry land.

He said the ministry sent
out people to supervise them.

And the army burned all
the carcasses after.

The place is just up the road.

Now what?

Fetch your kit.

By the barbed wire.

There, that'll do.

Yeah.

Place has been stripped
out over the years.

Someone's been in and stolen
all the lead and copper.

MILITARY OFFICERS:
Stay on the ground!

Don't move!

What's going on?

MILITARY OFFICERS:
Don't move, sir.

Stay where you are.

JACK: What the hell was--

Jack, Jack, calm down.

MILITARY OFFICER: Are you mad?

We're using live
ammunition here.

You don't ignore the signs!

There were no signs.

I'm Leo Dalton.

I'm a forensic pathologist,
working at the Lyell Centre.

You can check it
with the home office.

What are you doing here?

My job.

What are you doing?

This is a live firing
exercise, professor.

I don't know how
you got in here,

but I'm going to need your
cooperation while I remove you

from the field of fire.

Is this army land?

By arrangement
with the landowner.

Come on, then.

Let's go.

Hurry up.

Can you--

Unbelievable.

MILITARY OFFICERS:
There you go, sir.

Climb in, gents.

Mind your heads.

Sit tight.

I'll have you out as
soon as it's clear.

Where's your kit?

They got it.

Oh, hi.

Hey.

So this is it?

The Embleton Empire.

More or less.

Where is everyone?

Ran off and left me.

So you wanted to talk
with me, face to face?

I did.

So, I'm here.

If it's about the crime scene
holding up your development,

I can't really give
you a time scale, as--

It-- it's not that.

Well, what is it then?

This afternoon, I've had six
meetings, made about 30 phone

calls, organised four events
designed to convince people

of how much important
work my department does,

and you know what
thought has been

running through my addled
brain the entire time?

Not really.

Sorry about the
time it's taken.

Had to wait for the all-clear.

There you are, sir.

Don't wipe your feet.

What?

I need your shoes.

Oh.

They had two hours
to mess with my samples

while we sat in the van.

But if that soil
is contaminated,

we might have enough here.

I feel so bad for you, Jack.

Why?

You finally talk a
co-worker out of their pants,

and it's the professor.

Useful?

GEORGE'S DAUGHTER:
Dad, it's for you.

Who is it?

Professor Dalton.

George Rider.

I understand that you were the
last owner of Brimstead Farm.

It's taken you long
enough to call me back.

Well, we haven't
spoken before.

It's about them building
on the old convalescent home.

Because If that land's
good enough to build on,

I've been lied to.

I got your details
from the farmer's union.

But I do want to hear
what you have to say.

Who are you?

Professor Dalton
from the Lyell Centre.

What's wrong with
that land, Mr. Rider?

What do you think?

Who is she?

JAMES EMBLETON: Nikki Alexander.

She's a doctor.

Huh, that'll be handy.

A pathologist.

Oh, I don't need
one of them yet.

A forensic pathologist.

She's one of the team on
the Brimstead Fields murder.

Well, maybe she'll
be able to put

a stop to that cockeyed
development plan.

You don't like her?

I don't much like
the sound of her.

No.

Hm.

Don't like the sound of her.

I called.

I made an appointment.

I'm sorry, but Lord
Embleton isn't here yet.

Mr. Rider, your
appointment's with me.

GEORGE RIDER: I call
and write letters.

And no one wants to know me.

I say I'll speak to
this Professor Dalton,

and suddenly I've
got your attention.

What can I do for you?

Who am I talking to?

We're on the same side.

I was told nothing could be
done with that land, any of it,

ever.

The development is a mistake.

It was never supposed to happen.

So are they going
to build on it or not?

I don't know.

But your situation
doesn't change.

Well, that's not
good enough for me.

Please, don't do that.

If it's all right to
build on Brimstead Fields,

I want the proper value of
my farm, not the pittance

I was given when they told
me it was worth nothing.

Do you get that?

I understand.

This Lord Embleton,
as he calls himself--

you tell him I could make
an awful lot of trouble

for him, if I choose.

A big load of trouble.

Mr. Rider, go home
and wait for us to call.

This will be dealt with.

Nobody wants trouble, least
of all, a man of your age.

Professor Dalton, my
information has a value.

If they won't look
after me, I'll

take it to someone who will.

Well, can we meet?

I have your address.

No, no, no.

It's my daughter's house.

Keep her out of this.

Well, what are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

But I keep my word,
and I don't like it

when others don't keep theirs.

First it was Brimstead Farms,
now it's Brimstead Fields.

I know why it's been
closed all these years.

Look, I'll meet you there.

And I'll tell you what they
don't want you to hear.

George?

Mr. Rider?

George?

George?